Excellent beauty's personal security guard

"Hum, what are you looking at? Rough is a man's business... And men should protect the women around them, shouldn't they? " Geng Xiaomin is actually reasonable.

The woman turned over and got up from the ground, covered her eyes and cried loudly: "hit someone... Hit someone, husband, you call me back quickly..." she was hit with her eyes just now and kept her eyes closed on the ground. She really didn't know that her man had been kicked on the ground by the other two little women.

Although there was a crowd of spectators around, no one helped her. Because the woman's arrogant attitude just now is still despised by many people. In addition, the five women around Zhao Jianhui are much more pleasing to the eye than her.

Besides, can a man who can easily take out tens of millions of money be easily provoked?

"Let's go. There will be more and more people in a while..." before Zhao Jianhui reacted from the surprise of two women kicking over a big man, Geng Xiaomin whispered in his ear.

A deputy minister with a group of children and policemen fought with people in the jewelry store. They didn't go away at this time. If the fat man reacted and called the police, everyone wouldn't look good.

Therefore, after hearing Geng Xiaomin's hint, Zhao Jianhui nodded and went out first.

Geng Xiaomin looked at the other four jewelry boxes on the counter. It was too late to tie them up. He opened his handbag and swept them in. He followed Zhao Jianhui out of the jewelry store.

Shuanghuan and Minghui said to song Yan, "sister song, come on, let's go out and talk about your couple..."

The girl whose name Zhao Jianhui didn't know all along looked at the fat man howling on the ground and quenched at him. Then she turned and walked out of the store. The last couple of song Yan came out and walked. Song Yan's husband was still asking, "Song Yan, what's going on? You confused me..."

"Qiu Zhengfeng, what are you confused about? Do you believe me or that bad woman?" Song Yan asked as she walked. Her husband was a little confused and said, "what are you talking about? What? You or him? Didn't I just come here after you quarreled with someone on the phone? What are you thinking? "

"Really..." Song Yan looked at her husband's face and asked.

Her husband shrugged his shoulders. "Otherwise, what else do you think I can run so fast for?"

No one stopped them, not even the security guard of the jewelry store. On the contrary, when Zhao Jianhui went out, the security guards were extremely respectful.

Out of the jewelry store, Zhao Jianhui waved and stopped the car. Geng Xiaomin trotted up: "minister Zhao..." Zhao Jianhui waved his hand: "don't say any more. I'll go back to the hotel now. You continue..."

With that, Zhao Jianhui came to drive the door and got on the bus. Unexpectedly, Geng Xiaomin also squeezed in“ Hey, what are you doing? I'm different from you. Besides, even if you want to get on this car, you can come up from the other side. " Zhao Jianhui said as he gave way inside.

"You think I don't know. If I get on the sleeper, the car will have left long ago. Will you wait for me?" Geng Xiaomin said to the driver, "master, Xiaguang Road Central City, thank you."

Zhao Jianhui turned his head and asked, "where is that?"

"My home..." Geng Xiaomin looked at Zhao Jianhui and answered.

Take her home first. With this in mind, Zhao Jianhui stopped saying anything. When the car drove forward, Geng Xiaomin looked at Zhao Jianhui a little uneasy and whispered, "you... Don't think about it. The main thing is that your things are still with me. I just pulled them out. I really can't pull them out. I heard that some soap can lubricate them..."

Zhao Jianhui nodded, gently closed his eyes, and said that the things he met this evening were strange. Inexplicably bought a few rings and put one on the female Tyrannosaurus Rex's hand. If it were anything else, I wouldn't want it anymore, but it's not the case that I don't want it back. It's not about the price, but the meaning of this thing itself is special. It's inappropriate to give it to her.

Soon, the car stopped at the door of the community where Geng Xiaomin lived. The two got off the car and went to Geng Xiaomin's house one after the other. As he walked, Zhao Jianhui looked around and found that this community is not new. It has been about ten years. It looks a little old.

Geng Xiaomin lives in a two bedroom house. The house is not very big, but it is very clean. There is a faint fragrance floating in the room. You don't have to look at it. You know it's a girl's boudoir.

"You sit down first, I'll go to the bathroom and take it down for you..." Geng Xiaomin glanced at Zhao Jianhui, put down her bag and hurried into the bathroom.

Sitting on the sofa near the east wall, Zhao Jianhui looked at Geng Xiaomin's nest. In front of my eyes, the west wall is a film and television wall and a wall mounted TV. Under the TV is a row of black glass closets. His left hand direction, that is, the south side, is the sliding door leading to the balcony. The frosted glass painted with ink Lotus can't see the scenery on the balcony. The whole living room is simple and lively, just like Geng Xiaomin's straight character.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. When he was bored, Zhao Jianhui reached out and touched the remote control on the tea table in front of the sofa and turned on the TV.

The picture slowly brightens up, which is a program of the Yellow Sea local radio station. The scene on the screen seems to be the conference center of Huanghai city. Zhao Jianhui, a middle-aged man wearing glasses who is talking in the center of Taiwan, doesn't know him. He is waving his arms and talking about the importance of anti-corruption. Under the stage, a dark group of people sat seriously, but they were also somewhat solemn.

Zhao Jianhui couldn't help laughing. If the policies were implemented at the meeting, they would be limited to paper in the end. No matter how severe they were, they were just talking. However, Zhao Jianhui thought for himself that he really couldn't find any good way except to hold a meeting to preach.

Zhao Jianhui was about to change the channel. Suddenly, Geng Xiaomin's voice came out of the bathroom. Zhao Jianhui threw down the remote control and ran to the bathroom door. He reached out and opened the door and asked, "what's going on?"

"You... It's too tight for you to help me..." Geng Xiaomin turned her head, blushed and said with a little embarrassment. Zhao Jianhui went in and saw that she covered her finger with soapy water. The two thin, long, white and tender fingers of her left hand were holding the diamond ring and trying to pick it down.

"Slow down, you can't do this. You have to rotate a little to make your ingenuity..." Zhao Jianhui said. He reached out and grabbed Geng Xiaomin's white finger with the ring, grabbed the diamond ring and spun it gently. Geng Xiaomin shouted like a pig: "what are you doing? You can't break my finger for a ring?"

"What are you shouting about? When did I break your finger for a ring? I haven't worked hard yet... "Before Zhao Jianhui finished, he saw Geng Xiaomin's eyes filled with tears. He could not help but loosen his hand, scratched his scalp, frowned and said, "I'm sorry, I really haven't worked hard yet?"

"What else do you want to do? My hands are almost broken by you... "Geng Xiaomin complains with her pale purple lips. She reaches out her hand to hold the diamond ring and rolls it down hard. However, the diamond ring seemed to be welded on her finger, and it didn't move

"Broken ring, rotten ring, what good thing, I'm afraid I'm reluctant to leave on someone else's fingers..." Geng Xiaomin whispered softly while rolling down the ring.

"You can't do this. I think... Forget it. You can find someone to get it down and give it to me later..." Zhao Jianhui said, observing Geng Xiaomin's expression, for fear that she would be angry and torture her fingers again.

"Well, is that all right?" Geng Xiaomin looked up slightly and whispered.

Zhao Jianhui couldn't help smiling bitterly: "what if I can't? Can't you really break your fingers? "

"Well... Isn't that good? What if I can never take it down from now on I haven't found a boyfriend yet. I'm wearing this ring on my finger. Who will... "Geng Xiaomin's voice became smaller and smaller. Finally, it was fine.

"What are you talking about? Speak up. You don't blame me, do you? " Zhao Jianhui turned and walked out. His heart said it was really inexplicable. He could wear it just now, but now he can't take it off?

"Hey, where are the other rings? Give them to me. I should go back..." Zhao Jianhui said as he walked. This time, Geng Xiaomin ran faster than the rabbit. He came out of the bathroom with a stab and rushed into the living room with his body close to Zhao Jianhui's shoulder.

The ring is in Geng Xiaomin's handbag. Now she has taken it out and pushed it in front of Zhao Jianhui. She gently said, "this ring is too expensive. You'd better keep it. I can't afford to lose it." Then she gently raised her eyes, looked at Zhao Jianhui and asked, "it's all here. I thought you didn't want it. When she came out of the jewelry store, she didn't say a word. How did you know I would take it?"

The four rings were opened by Zhao Jianhui and placed in a row on the table. The bright light flashed deadly attraction under the bright light.

"If you don't know how to do this, what else can you do?" Zhao Jianhui said this very angrily. While closing the box, he stood up and said, "OK, I'll go. Find a way by yourself. Don't break your finger just because you are in a hurry to return it to me... "

Although Geng Xiaomin didn't care, she couldn't stand the temptation in her heart. Seeing the jewelry boxes closed one by one, she finally couldn't help asking, "these... Are you giving them away?"